Worst Thing Is Being Held Hostage By A Group Of Antis And Being Anxious Over What They'd Do If You As

worst thing is being held hostage by a group of antis and being anxious over what they'd do if you as much as insinuated some clones just suck eachother dry sometimes while also being afraid of talking to new people T-T

i am so sorry you're in this situation. fandom is supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be a community not a threat.

forging new connections can be so scary/difficult, but i just got into the clone wars fandom like? last summer? and i have so many AMAZING mutuals and they enrich not only my fandom experience but also my life. i'm positive i'm gonna miss some, but shout out to my cloneshipping (and cloneship-friendly) mutuals, many of whom create cloneshipping works and all of whom would be happy to have you.

@lothcatthree @insertmeaningfulusername @elismor @meebles @ithillia

@merlyn-bane @mamuzzy @riinoaheartilly @catbuir @brokenphoenix99

@riinoaheartilly @cacodaemonia @marbled-polecat @the-starry-seas @whiskygoldwings

@violentcheese @gun-roswell @wolveria @leeleebee @executeness

if you're a cloneshipper (or just not an anti), reply or reblog so we can help our comrade feel safe in fandom like they deserve <3

"Hey there, Brown Eyes."

Bedtime Stories

I’m multishipping garbage, so I decided to write a little TechPhee fix-it piece because they deserved so much better. They’ve also got a newborn.

Phee was pulled from the gentle sea of sleep by the precise staccato of a familiar whisper. Before giving birth to Aroha, she had been a heavy sleeper, but having a newborn had somehow made her more prone to waking at the slightest noise, her brain filled with one phrase: “the baby”. Phee rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled over towards the source of the sound. A broad, scarred, brown back topped by a head of grey-streaked auburn hair cut through the moonlight flooding through the window, and Phee felt warmth down to the very pit of her stomach.

She sat up and scooted towards the opposite edge of the bed. When she reached her husband’s warmth, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Tech glanced up from the quiet bundle in his arms and turned to Phee, stealing a quick but scorching kiss from her parted lips.

“The baby okay?” asked Phee, reaching down and stroking an old, silvery scar that ran like a ravine across Tech’s left pectoral.

“Yes,” he replied, still whispering, “Aroha was sound asleep. I, however, was not.” It wasn’t uncommon for Tech to pick their daughter up from the bassinet beside their bed in the middle of the night, and it had been like pulling teeth to get him to admit that his dreams were the catalyst.

“Another of your dreams?” asked Phee, reaching down to run a gentle index finger along Aroha’s chubby cheek. The newborn’s eyelids twitched, but she remained lost in slumber.

“The one with the needles and the electricity,” said Tech, his voice cracking. He pulled his daughter closer to his chest and took in a tremulous breath.

“Oh, Brown Eyes,” Phee said before tilting his strong chin towards her and kissing him deeply. She felt a tear escape her eye. When the kiss broke, Phee stroked the side of Tech’s neck. “It’s all over. You’re on Pabu.”

“Sometimes, I am prone to forgetting,” said Tech, his voice colored by guilt for horrible things that he didn’t remember, and yet had been forced to do.

“I know,” replied Phee, only to be interrupted by a shrill cry.

Aroha’s wide, brown eyes opened for a moment before a shrill cry for her mother erupted from her toothless mouth.

“She’s hungry,” said Phee as she plucked the baby from her husband’s arms, lifted her shirt, and allowed Aroha to latch on and feed.

Tech turned around and looked at his wife and daughter with a warm smile, and the motorized components in his prosthetic arm hummed as he adjusted the silk bonnet that sat askew atop Phee’s locs.

“You are beautiful,” he said, “so is little Aroha. She has your smile.”

Phee’s heart lept as though she were a schoolgirl talking to her first crush, “she’s got your pretty eyes, Tech. What were you talking to her about tonight?”

Tech took Phee’s flesh hand in his cybernetic one. It was warm. “I was simply telling young Aroha the tale of the Prince in the Cursed Mask and the Pirate Queen whose kiss broke the spell,” he said.

Phee hummed and gave Aroha a smile, “how’s it end?”

“Just like this,” said Tech.

"Brown Eyes"

He will always have a special place in my heart.

Don't worry I am sticking around a little longer. I have a couple of pieces I had planned before the finale but didn't have time to get to. I hope you enjoyed the finale! TBB is and always will be one of a kind.

🌟her🌟

it’s so hard for me to see people call this a perfect finale when im so fucking torn up about it and am upset about it like why can’t i be normal and enjoy this??

no i have to be sad because all i got from this finale is that ND people deserve to die so others get their happy ending.